Gatherings and, simultaneously, loneliness are the conditions of a writer's life.

I collect human relationships very much the way others collect fine art.

Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.

It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.

Can the imagination, any more than the boy, be held prisoner ?" - from the foreword to the 1976 edition of "The Painted Bird

Travel gives me the opportunity to walk through the sectors of cities where one can clearly see the passage of time.

Lovers are not snails; they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.